as on wet winds they're swirling
autumn leaves and rain
A rich harvest of bliss, in every hue comes drifting down,
Painting the wilderness all colors, in nature's playground!
From tree clouds above, vivid colors are falling,
Mellow summer days have now, all gone by crawling!
The sun has disappeared, and left a strange storm,
As engrossing as honeybees, gathered into a swarm.
Colors in the trees, in the air and on the ground,
As if at any moment, in beauty we shall be drowned!
Vibrant beauty is goodbye, in nature's native tongue,
Either in sunset hours or dawn, or luscious autumn!
crisp leaves underfoot
deep purple bright red and gold
the glorious woods
an aged beauty
now the joy once my garden
as love lies bleeding
orange leaf shower
campfires scarecrows and hued gourds
If instead of windows so amply
Frozen to precious stones we had
A few statues against azure skies,
Or a columned peristyle for reveries…
If only Sorrento sunlight
Would slither through laurel leaves…
Ah well ! . . . here all is veiled in mists . . .
If only instead of this lovely cypress
And this glare that hurts the eyes
The dry leaves are shaken off by the wind
The wind softly whispered in the tired of the dizzy climate
The land regenerates willingly on the animals that inhabit it
The leaves are ready and willing to be eaten by insects, worms and slugs
Trees that soar high reaching the sky have been tested by various storms as if they are still strong even though they are old but still protect every habitat below
His organs seemed willing to die and regenerate because that was the sacrifice of his life
When the harvest season arrives, it's not uncommon for him to be stoned or his
branches deliberately broken to get something, but he still reciprocates by giving the fruits he produces.
Fiery, sunset days of crackling autumn, such colors in trees-
birds of every hue, not to mention vibrantly, cascading leaves!
The bittersweet season's lingering, like moonlight on water.
Light snow is flying
the year fast receding
now that harvest days are gone
Baby bluebirds have grown and flown
It's the beautiful, natural way
In the midst of red evening, leaves fall from the sky,
Yielding lavish hues and vibrancy, to gathering dusk.
Under a pearl moon, twirling leaves wave goodbye,
To warmer, brighter, gold days, in the pale stardust.
Yielding lavish hues and vibrancy, to gathering dusk,
Pretty, migratory birds, are taking the longest flight,
To warmer, brighter, gold days, in the pale stardust,
And final blooms of the season, add a cool goodnight.
colors in the trees
all along the chilly street ~